Have you ever found yourself telling someone how lucky you feel because something hasn't happened to you (i.e. your tires haven't gone flat, your roof hasn't caved in, your pants haven't ripped in public, etc.) and within the week, you get a nice taste of humble pie (i.e. all four tires burst while driving to work, you get an unplanned skylight in your bedroom, your pants mimic those breakaway pants for gym by ripping cleanly up the sides, etc.)?
I'm going to attempt to say something here, for the record on the indelible Internet, and I just hope it doesn't jinx me.
It has been forever since I've been tagged with one of those random self quizzes, requests for a blurb from the book closest to me or any of the other million varieties of blog tagging.
It might be because no one reads this thing, but I'm not going to lie. I kind of like it.
All those random tags remind me of email forwards. And email forwards are quickly slipping into the category of telemarketers who call during dinner.
So, at the risk of this blowing up in my face, I'm going to go out on a limb and say how lucky I feel for not having to fill one of them out.